A Frogging Story

My dad told me this story a few years ago.
He used to go frogging alot when I was a kid and my family lived in Oklahoma for about a year. He would wear waders and use a large net, often bringing home alot of frogs for frying up the legs. One night he decided to take a large flashlight with him so he could see better. He saw the water swirling and moving so he looked closer and found out what was moving the lake water so much. He decided right then and there never to go frogging again because he saw that all this time he had been in the midst of a lake full of Black Moccasin snakes!

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